There wasn’t much that could be done about the blond’s eye; it would bruise something terrible by morning but it would heal with time. An icepack would do it good, sure —- but Dion had a feeling that Colton would be sleeping sooner than later. Pain medication was in order. That and a lot of rest. It was what Colton needed and therefore what he would get a lot of; Dion was always very particular about the other man being comfortable no matter what. The leg was an issue and by the sounds of it? Those fucks had only added to the pain that could sneak up on the soldier at times.
What kind of motherfuckers would go so far as to beat up a man with a cane? To break it. Dion wants their spines to be in the same exact condition and he considers leaving once Colton is asleep to return the favor. Already he is making notes; face, ribs, leg. Places he needed to inflict damage upon. Places that needed to seep red. They didn’t deserve to walk properly ever again. Maybe he would break a few legs —- see how they enjoyed limping but even that wouldn’t be enough.
And he shouldn’t leave. Not with how angry he is.
Dion stares down at the man he adores so much and sees something broken. Something perfect that never should have had any harm done to it. He sees something perfect —- a yin to his yang. Being together for the evening would help them both. In time Dion would calm down. In time Colton would be able to rest and Dion didn’t want him anywhere else but right beside him. Safe. Healing. His.
The brunette moves slowly, controlling his anger as he moves from one part of the kitchen to the next. A pill bottle is fetched, then a bottle of water. Both are carefully offered over to Colton as he seems to chew on the information given, a deadly silence between them after the man finishes his story.
Colton watches as Dion moves about the kitchen, gathering up his pain pills as well as the water, the man – despite what he may really believe about himself – is a goddamn angel; even if it was just to Colton he would take it.
Tossing the pill into his mouth he follows up with a swig of water, making sure to swallow it down quickly so none of the coating would melt along his tongue. He eyes Dion, can see the wheels turning in his mind, knows that he has to be thinking about seeking out some sort of revenge – hell if he was in Dion’s position he would be thinking the same exact thing. Wanting to seek out revenge for someone hurting his loved one.
There wasn’t a question of doubt in his mind when he heard the request from the other.
“Stay wit’ me. I want ya ta stay here wit’ me t’night. ‘ve been t’rough enough as it is an’ all I want ta do is get comfortable wit’ yas an’ enjoy what I can of my night. ‘M already in pain an’ ‘m tired, an’ all I want ta do is spend some time wit’ yas. I don’ want ta go worryin’ ‘bout yas tha rest of tha night.”
And really he would. Anytime Dion went out to do his job he almost always worried about him, that maybe one day he just wouldn’t come back around and he’d have to find out the hard way that he just wasn’t going to come back.
Sure he was told he was good at his job, but there was always someone out there who was supposedly better. What would happen to Dion if someone got the jump on him?
“Jus’ stay wit’ me, please? I need bed an’ I need ya righ’ t’ere wit’ me.”
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